Tekster: SR-71. Tomorrow. She Was Dead.

From the minute that I met here she was different than the rest
But I didn't hear her talking I was staring at her chest
And I wish I would have listened 'cause I think I might have seen the signs
Now it's been a couple months and I can't take another word
She's been pushing every button she's been working every nerve
I've got something she can swallow it sure as hell's not my pride

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And I know it's just a waste of time
Soon I'm gonna run out of lies
She'll just have to hear the truth instead
Everyday I'm gonna make her cry
Till the minute that we said goodbye
I'm gonna make her wish... she was dead

I used to hang out with my homies gettin stupid every night
Till I met her and she chained me up to keep me out of sight
I got to get away from her I think I'm running out of time
'Cause I think I'm gonna die whenever she's behind the wheel
And it drives me up the wall when she asks me how I feel
I don't really want to talk so I tell her that I'm doing fine
There's got to be a way that I can get it through her head

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I'm going crazy and she won't let me go
The lease gets tighter every day
Already told her she's Miss Right Now
But I wish she was Miss Yesterday

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